Disclaimer: It wasn't me! The mouse owns everything!
"Hey Jack, ye even listening?"
Anna sighed. Ever since they had left the young turner behind with his lass, Jack wasn't himself anymore. He was, in a way, being… weird. Not his usual weird, but almost… depressed.
"Wha?" The famous capt'n Jack Sparrow tried opening one eye. Then another one.
When he finally managed to do so, after five whole minutes, he lifted his head, and gave Anna a sad smile. "I wasn't. And I am still not. Now be a good lassie an' get me some rum."
"Aye, capt'n. I will, I will." The last word shook Jack out of his dazzled nap. His eyes sprang open and he jumped of his chair. But of course, being Jack Sparrow and such, his foot landed right in a bucket with fresh caught crabs. After a short but severe encounter, he continued jumping up and down in front of Maria. She didn't seem very disturbed by the incident, but she did look a bit … correction; very concerned with the little squeaks that were escaping Jacks mouth. (A/N: can you see the image? Jack hopping up and down, dreadlocks bouncing with him and crabs everywhere? xD )
"Will? Where?" His eyes blinked hopeful and searched the entrance for any trace of Will.
"That's not what I meant, he's not here, I just…" It didn't look like Anna could talk herself out of this one, so she even resigned to react any further.
"But you said,.. I thought… Damn, I need my rum." After that little, not so clear sentence, he began talking to his mug, and very hard ignoring Anna.
- On the Pearl -
"Hello, this is your famous, good looking and depressed captain speaking. Please, begin your tasks, Anna will be with you in a sec to give you your rum. Enjoy your stay with my beautiful lady." He grinned, gripped the wheel and started sobbing. Again.
Several rough looking pirates with tattoos everywhere and wooden legs immediately comforted him, by promising him sweet sex near the kitchen tables. But even that couldn't cheer Jack up.
Others, less gay looking pirates, thought to themselves: Okay, things must be really bad if Jack doesn't want to have sex near the kitchen tables anymore.
That was one well-known thing about Jack: one of his fetishes was sweet sex near the kitchen tables on the Pearl. Too many girls, women, or men had already laid there, so the chef had decided to not use that particular spot anymore to cook.
The only rational thinking person on board, Anna, was no where to be seen. So we just don't mention her thoughts.
A/N: How was this? Good? Very bad? TBC?